Luyện nghe bài hát Corey's Coming

Old Joseph was a man with two first names
They left him in the railroad when they took away the trains
And only one run a week comes on roaring that lane
So, all he's got to worry is time

I come by in the evening to hear 'bout he's been
He says, Come on sit down kid, where shall I
He starts telling me the stories of the glories of his
But he always saves the story of his Corey for the

And he says, "My coming, no more sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming you girl?
And I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world"

I was quite to find out all the places that he knew
And so I asked the towns if his stories were true
Well they said, Old was born here, he's lived here all his life
He's never had a woman, let alone a

And very you'll find out as you check around
That no one named Corey's ever in this town
So I chided the old man 'bout the truth that I had
Well he smiled and said, is only just a word

Can't you see my Corey's coming, no more sad coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you
And like I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her

I by one evening but he did not hear my shout
I looked in the window and I saw the was out
When he would not wake up I forced in the
And I saw that old John Joseph tell stories no more

The scene at the graveyard, just three of us there
Me and the gravedigger we heard the prayer
He said, We need not grieve for man
For we that God cares

put the cold dirt over him and left me on my own
And when at last I looked up I saw I was not
So I said, If a relative, he had a peaceful end
That's when she said, My name is Corey you can say I'm just a

coming, no more sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And I told you, when she holds you she enfolds you in her world

So, that's the old story, I'm glad you came tonight
To see a busted down old railroad sure makes a lonely sight
You may wonder why a young man would work out alone
Well the job enough to keep some flesh on my bones

And I I get to missing the old man a bit
And there's one other reason I I could admit

Can't you see my coming, no more sad stories coming
My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's aren't you girl?
And like he told me, when she holds me she enfolds me in her